I had some T homework to do and had scheduled a time to focus on it. Here's what I did...
I drove out to a campground in a national forest, a place with no cell coverage, brought some books along and a laptop (along with extra battery).
I hiked for 2 hours up a mountain, thinking about things, talking to myself. I figured if I'm gonna be triggered, put that adrenal response to good use.
At the top of the mountain I set up a hammock and did some reading. There was also enough cell coverage to join my DBT group.
Then hiked back down, still working things through in my head.
Back at camp I had dinner, lit a camp fire, and got out the laptop to start writing.
The next day I hiked an hour and a half up a different trail, lugging my laptop with me, and did some writing from the hammock.
And still talking to myself on the way back down. Did more writing and reading back at the campsite.
A couple observations:
Traumasexuality was a lot less triggering on rereading it, and helped focus my writing.
I've previously mentioned the 11 year old boy who joined our scout troop; this boy, innocent, wanting to please, shy, curious, sensitive. Could have been me. Allowed me to see what it was like to be 11 through my 51 year old eyes.
What hit me is that my youngest son - 15 years old - who is a mentor to this young boy is the same age as my abuser was.
This allowed me to see the stark contrast between 11 and 15, and to know that I didn't have a chance.
I could view my 15 year old abuser with the eyes of a 51 year old, not with the eyes of an 11 year old. Not as a friend and mentor, but as a vile abuser who took advantage of an innocent young boy. I was finally able to feel some righteous anger towards him.
But when I contemplate the idea of confronting my abuser face to face (just a thought exercise, nothing is planned) when differences mean far less at our current age, I still see him through the eyes of an 11 year old and I choke up. I don't think I could ever look him in the eye.
Another thing that hit me, as I was hiking down the trail, enumerating all the knock down effects of the abuse, especially how it affected my marriage and my wife, and all the healing work that we are doing. The phrase that jumped into my head was
"Because I am worth it"
This stopped me cold.
Earlier I might have said that I was doing this work to save my marriage, or for my wife.
It was the first time that I really felt that clarity, that I am worthy of being whole, that I am worth the effort.
There is something about solitude that helps bring out mental clarity.
I still have some editing to do, but I got a lot down.
Starting EMDR in a couple weeks.
Don't forget to love yourself - because YOU are worth it.
I drove out to a campground in a national forest, a place with no cell coverage, brought some books along and a laptop (along with extra battery).
I hiked for 2 hours up a mountain, thinking about things, talking to myself. I figured if I'm gonna be triggered, put that adrenal response to good use.
At the top of the mountain I set up a hammock and did some reading. There was also enough cell coverage to join my DBT group.
Then hiked back down, still working things through in my head.
Back at camp I had dinner, lit a camp fire, and got out the laptop to start writing.
The next day I hiked an hour and a half up a different trail, lugging my laptop with me, and did some writing from the hammock.
And still talking to myself on the way back down. Did more writing and reading back at the campsite.
A couple observations:
Traumasexuality was a lot less triggering on rereading it, and helped focus my writing.
I've previously mentioned the 11 year old boy who joined our scout troop; this boy, innocent, wanting to please, shy, curious, sensitive. Could have been me. Allowed me to see what it was like to be 11 through my 51 year old eyes.
What hit me is that my youngest son - 15 years old - who is a mentor to this young boy is the same age as my abuser was.
This allowed me to see the stark contrast between 11 and 15, and to know that I didn't have a chance.
I could view my 15 year old abuser with the eyes of a 51 year old, not with the eyes of an 11 year old. Not as a friend and mentor, but as a vile abuser who took advantage of an innocent young boy. I was finally able to feel some righteous anger towards him.
But when I contemplate the idea of confronting my abuser face to face (just a thought exercise, nothing is planned) when differences mean far less at our current age, I still see him through the eyes of an 11 year old and I choke up. I don't think I could ever look him in the eye.
Another thing that hit me, as I was hiking down the trail, enumerating all the knock down effects of the abuse, especially how it affected my marriage and my wife, and all the healing work that we are doing. The phrase that jumped into my head was
"Because I am worth it"
This stopped me cold.
Earlier I might have said that I was doing this work to save my marriage, or for my wife.
It was the first time that I really felt that clarity, that I am worthy of being whole, that I am worth the effort.
There is something about solitude that helps bring out mental clarity.
I still have some editing to do, but I got a lot down.
Starting EMDR in a couple weeks.
Don't forget to love yourself - because YOU are worth it.
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